[ Looks like at least the rest of the officers in medical have learned how she operates, and he's not about to criticize them using a combination of medications that happens to have the fortunate side effect of knocking her out. At least she can't go anywhere, and she's forced to get a full, decent night's sleep whether she wants to or not.

She's looking much more well-rested when he comes in, and for the record so does he. Face freshly scrubbed, that bit of stubble shaved, and no dark rim around his eyes. He sets the try in front of her: steak with mushroom sauce, rice and some french fries, and a glass of orange juice. It's still all replicator food, but it does look warmer and more appetizing than she's likely used to. ]

It's not breakfast, but I figured you'd rather have something a little better.

[ He doesn't reach for the scanner yet, but he does ask, ] How're you feeling? Does the injury still hurt a lot or is it just sore now?